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bi-potato-pancakes · 3 years
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so apparently i have anxiety… i should’ve known that after well after everything…
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bi-potato-pancakes · 3 years
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these pictures are very random. but this poem is specific and it’s title is self explanatory. happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈
(for her)
I’ll talk to you until you sleep
just to keep you company
to be left alone with your thoughts is hell
i’m there for you through them
and i’ll keep you distracted
with talk of strange songs
and our weirdest memories
reminiscing about our elusive childhoods
and laughing about the dumbest things
whatever i can do, i’ll do
whatever i can say, i’ll say
whatever i can be, i’ll be
whatever you need, just tell me and it’ll be
you may see the darkest moments
and get lost in the abyss
but i’m here to light it up
and guide you through
use me however you want
while i’m still here
because i’m here for you even when i can’t be there for me
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bi-potato-pancakes · 3 years
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watched bo burnhams new special that everyone has been talking about…
i think i’m…numb.
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bi-potato-pancakes · 3 years
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i’m actually kinda proud of this one. not as shitty as usual.. it definitely could use more idk
If I could trip on light
if i could trip on light
i would see all the colors of the rainbow
if i could trip on light
and fall into the fiery pool of shine
the darkness surrounding me should fall away
i would look above and see the show
crave the light and make it mine
if i could trip on light
i would do it every day
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bi-potato-pancakes · 3 years
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why is this photo so blurry tumblr 😩
[Generational Blues]
you see?
this is why
i can’t share anything with you
i share a song
you lecture me
and my generation
we’ll believe everything
we’ll do this dumb shit
it was just a funny song
i thought you would like
i share a video
you interrupt it
it’s not appropriate
why would i show it if it wasn’t
why does this topic feel so wrong to share
me and my phone
the only things i share are from my phone
i thought it was funny
i share a meme
and yeah it’s different
but it was cool
so i showed you
what’s this you ask
this is terrible
why would you like this
get it out of my face
this is all you share
i thought it would make you laugh
so yeah that’s why
that’s why i can’t share anything with you
you get mad, i get mad
you make yourself the victim
and wonder why i don’t open up
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bi-potato-pancakes · 3 years
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never wrote a title for this
untitled
i’m sorry
i’m sorry it was poorly timed
i’m sorry i can’t *just do it*
i’m sorry you don’t like this dress
i’m sorry i can’t be myself
i’m sorry
i wish you didn’t think like that
i know
that’s what it sounds like when you get mad
i can’t control my mind
i’m sorry i didn’t read the room
i’m sorry this poem isn’t good
i’m sorry you don’t understand
i hate that you don’t understand
you can’t understand
you won’t
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bi-potato-pancakes · 3 years
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wrote this a while ago, but i’ve been thinking about leaving for uni next year.
When I Leave
when i leave
i’ll find my family when i leave
i’ll have new friends
new people to connect with
i’ll find people who can understand
people who won’t just leave me on read
someone who can laugh at my jokes and not
question them instead
when i leave
i’ll find a friend who will hold me
when times get hard
i’ll have a person to comfort
who will watch disney movies with me
my people are out there i just need to start looking
when i leave
i’ll look for my people
i’ll find my family when i leave
cause lord knows these people aren’t the family i
need
i’ll find people who understand my jokes
i’ll find people who like the memes i send
i’ll find people who have a life like mine
the weird ones
the queer ones
the hipsters
and the alts
i’ll find my family when i leave
i just need to wait to get out
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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i wrote this one a few nights ago. it’s hard to know what will trigger a bout of homesickness or depression, so it usually comes on rather unexpectedly. i wrote this when i was feeling quite down and out.
Homesick
it comes at the most unexpected times
homesickness
i could be watching tv
i could be doing homework
i could be walking with friends
i could be falling asleep
and there it is
homesickness
i sit there and think
hey i miss my old life
i miss the sun and the heat
i miss those friends and
i miss the food
i miss the places we went
i miss california
i want to smell that familiar air
and feel that familiar feeling
the place that was my home for so long
i miss my old life
the one where i was happy
(i’m happy here but it’s not the same)
i want to be in the park with those friends and pretend like nothings changed
but to do that
i’d have to go back in time
things aren’t the same
and they never will be
i’m here now
in a place where it gets cold
with some great people
but it’ll never be the same
not even if i go back
to california.
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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hi it’s been a while.
Pain
i’m in pain
my chest hurts
my throat is closed
it’s hard to breathe
and my vision is getting blurred
i’m in pain
so much pain
i don’t know why i feel like this
but this pain
this fucking pain
it hurts so bad
i’m in pain
i can hardly move
i can hardly speak
you don’t know my pain
you can’t know my pain
it isn’t yours
I am in pain
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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sooooo it’s been a while... here’s something i wrote in an attempt to embrace something more trippy. feel free to like immerse yourself in this experience and like continue the poem if you want?
Spinning
The world is spinning outside my head
I reach an arm out to cry for help
I can’t find anything to stabilize myself
I look beyond you but all I see are cracks
Everything is breaking and slipping away
I grab at the shards but all I get are cuts
My eyes focus for a second and I see you
Your face warped into some angry demon
I feel you take control of my mind
The world goes blurry again
The colors all mix
Then everything goes black
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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hey look some more quarantine blues. we’ve almost reached the end of my poems! i’m gonna have to find some more inspo so i can write some more! maybe they will actually be decent lol.
Slipping (again)
I can feel myself slipping again
It’s so familiar
The same pit in my stomach
The same heaviness in my throat
The same underwater feeling in my head
This rabbit hole feels inescapable
How did I get out last time?
Did I even get out? Or did I just hold myself in place and pretend I was fine?
I know my way around this
I just need to remember
Remember how numb I was
Remember the crushing weight of my loneliness
Remember how i crawled out
battered and bruised
clawing my way out
It was a struggle
I did it once before
I know I can do it again
But still I feel myself slip
I forgot how sudden it felt
I forgot how empty it made me
I forgot how much pain I was in
I forgot about the longings
I know I can get through this
But as I fall deeper in
it only gets more painful
I’m slipping again
But I will climb back up
I just need to find the rope.
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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this one is a bit weird. hopefully i’ll bring you into your imagination.
Check-In at the Rabbit Hole
Hi and welcome to day one
What will you take with you on this journey?
just myself and my painful memories
Enjoy the ride
i’ll try
i feel myself start to slip
it started with an argument
then came a realization
the walls came up
the wicked walls that cut the ropes holding me up
as i fell it started off slow
just some stumbles
i managed to grab some roots and keep myself up
but only for a bit
my breathing got heavy
then the YELL
the earth shook
i was in free fall
Hello and welcome to day two
What do you want to let go of today?
myself and anyone who might help
Enjoy the ride
i won’t
i was falling deeper and deeper
this oh so familiar rabbit hole called to me
i pushed away my friends
and i fell deeper
slipping deeper down
Hello and welcome to day three
You cannot turn back after this point
Do you wish to proceed?
do i have a choice?
No.
Enjoy the ride.
please let me off
i didn’t have a choice
everything around me dissolved
all i could see was darkness
all i could feel was numbness
all i could taste was cold
i fell down and down and down
then i saw a hand
thank goodness for therapy
let’s see how long this lasts
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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quarantine feels
Lonely
Feeling lonely
late at night
the stars above me
hold me tight
I can’t quite grasp
what keeps me up tonight
but i stare at my ceiling
searching
searching for a light
I have no one to talk to
no one will hold me tight
no one who will hear my cry
or keep me safe
no one I can trust to spare me pain
no one who can always be there
it’s like i’m slipping away again
feeling this familiar lonely
lonely
lonely like the sun on a cloudless day
lonely like a toy left in a dumpster
lonely with no one
lonely
lonely
lonely
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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i’m running out of pictures to use ahaha. This next poem is about motivation... or lack thereof.
Unmotivated
So I don’t have motivation
To stand up or speak or move
I have work to do
But I can’t do it
I know I have to and that makes it harder
But I still can’t move
Despite the pain in my gut telling me to
I can’t pick up my body
It feels like rocks are pressing me down
And I can’t push them off
So I can’t stand up or speak or move
Even though I know I need to.
All I can do is type
And that’s why I’m here
I write this so I don’t feel like a waste of space
Because I can’t do anything else
But moving my thumbs to type this out is something I can do.
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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Last year, The HRC (Human Rights Campaign), reported that in 2019 alone, at least 26 trans and gender nonconforming people were killed in the United States alone. Disproportionately, Black trans people were the victims. Those I have illustrated here, do not even scratch the surface of what is, and should be recognised as, an epidemic. Now, more than ever, it is crucial that we do whatever we can to support the black trans community. 
Please consider donating/signing the charities and petitions listed here.
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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this one is for people who suffer from depression and have those painful dark thoughts. you will get through this.
Live On
Sometimes living is hard
You just want things to end
Because everything has become so hard
And you don’t want to put in effort anymore
Sometimes living is hard
Things that were once effortless now require effort
Your daily motions become painful
And your body starts to feel heavy
Sometimes living is hard
And you want to live easy again
So you wait
And wait
And wait some more
Until living is easy again
But living will never be easy
Living will be fun,
Living will be painful,
Living will be luxurious,
Living will be difficult,
Living will be Hard,
But living will never be Easy.
We live every single day
And some days we don’t want to
But we keep on living
Because that’s what we do.
Sometimes living is hard.
But we live on.
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bi-potato-pancakes · 4 years
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we’re getting to some more recent poems now! this one is just some inner mumblings about worry and fear of being broken again.
Don't Worry
Am I broken again?
I've found someone that makes me happy
But still I feel an inner sorrow
A sorrow I hide with jokes about dying
A sorrow I hide with a plastered on smile
A sorrow I hide from everyone I know
I have some obsessions,
I go in head first without regard for my well-being
I forget about commitments - like school and family
So where are my limits?
When will I stop?
When will I assess what I need to assess?
Am I broken again?
Should I be worried again?
When you point out my problems, it doesn't help me fix them
I thrive off of solitude
I live in secret
I solve my issues on my own
So I will figure this out.
If you leave me be,
I will figure this out
You don't have to worry.
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